"What do you think happened to Rose?" I asked Rosalie, trying to keep her involved in conversation.

"I don't want to think about it." She said- I could understand that. It was a sad story.

"That has always been my favorite story." I told them and received many bewildered stares. "Not because of the death and insanity, but because of the strength of the friendship. I guess in a way, I almost envy Rose. She had a family who loved her and a best friend who would do anything for her. I've never had that. Plus, she was beautiful and rich." I smiled. "That would be fun too." Still, no one spoke. The silence continued until there was a knock at the door. Hairnet-man, who seemed to always be working, entered my room with a tray of food. I looked at the clock to see it was only four forty-five. Way too early for him to be bringing dinner.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your family visit, but your doctor has ordered your food to be delivered early." I tried to fight my increasing panic.

"Why?" I asked him, keeping my voice steady.

"Not my job to know ma'am. I would suggest asking your doctor." With that being said, he left the room. I pressed the call button and a nurse was slow to answer.

"Yes?"

"Can you page Dr. Cullen for me?" I asked, trying to at least sound a tiny bit polite.

"I can't just page a doctor. Is there a reason why?" My frustration was combining with my panic, causing a nasty mix of emotions.

"Yes there is a reason why, or else I wouldn't have asked you to page him!" I snapped. "I need to know why I have to eat dinner early." She sighed.

"There will be a change in your medications, beginning before you go to sleep tonight. You need to eat earlier because you are supposed to take the medicine on an empty stomach, per Dr. Cullen's orders." My frustration only grew- he knew that I did not want to eat in front of anyone. He knew I didn't want to eat at all.

"Just page him!" I yelled. She did not respond. I looked around my room at my company. I was going to have to eat in front of them. I was going to have to throw up my food in front of them. Tears blurred my vision. No, life was not fair.

"You may want to leave now. Especially if you have a weak stomach, you will regret it if you do not leave now." I told them, thinking about barf, tears, pain, and blood. Edward and Alice exchanged a glance.

"We will be fine." Alice said, careful to make eye contact with each person in the room individually.

"Suit yourself." I mumbled. I took the lid off my plate and began to eat quickly. Swallowing hurt. The food entering my stomach hurt. The fear of what was going to happen next hurt. I cleared my plate in five minutes, and then drank all of my milk. I did not taste a single bite or sip. I pushed the tray away and closed my eyes. The only thing left on it was the dessert, which was supposed to be a muffin of some sort. "We made a deal stomach. If you betray me, I will kill you." I whispered under my breath. Esme, who still had her arm around me, hugged me closer.

"Does hospital food really taste worse than other food?" Emmett asked. My stomach made an odd noise at the mentioning of food.

"Can we please not discuss food? And eat the muffin if you want to find out." I focused on Esme's cool touch. "Somebody talk about something." I told them, closing my eyes.

"At school today, Alice told everyone that she was getting a new sister. She went on and on and on about you all day long. She talked about setting you up a bedroom and going shopping for you and drove all those teenagers nuts." Emmett offered.

"I did not talk about her that much! And I am just excited!" Even with my eyes closed, I knew Alice was bouncing up and down.

"I am only going to be your sister for a day, and…" My sentenced was stopped by my stomach misbehaving. Thank goodness, this time I was able to retrieve my own barf bowl and hold it myself as my dinner made its reappearance. For the third time that day I was coughing, gagging, gasping for air, heaving, and clutching my stomach. I tried to wipe away the traitorous tears that were falling down my face as my stomach tortured me. The barf party ended, but the pain was slow to fade away. I didn't want to take the pain medication that would make me sleep, even though it would relieve the horrible feeling. I forced my eyes open and looked in the bowl- there wasn't a lot of blood, but still some. I moved to press the call button, to have a nurse come and clean out the bowl, but the bowl vanished from my lap. I looked up, (all of my movements were slowed by the pain), to see Rosalie in the bathroom, flushing the contents of the bowl down the toilet, and then rinsing it with water. What was up with these people? I wouldn't even do that for one of the kids here, and I was one of them! Did she not know that was… gross? Even I did not want to touch it. She was either one of the kindest people I had ever met, or one of the strangest. I decided to settle on kind for now. Once the pain was bearable, I looked at everyone. Edward and Alice looked sympathetic, Emmett looked like he smelled something bad (which he did), and Esme was still holding me. No one was complaining or storming out of the room, so I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Rosalie placed my bowl back on my lap, and returned to her seat on the edge of the foot of the bed. It was only then that I noticed she was still wearing her coat.

"Why don't you take off your coat and stay a while?" I joked. "Sit back and relax. I promise not to barf on you." I offered her a small smile. She took off her jacket and laid it on her lap, then scooted back an inch. I suppressed a sigh. I gave Esme a small hug and then looked back to Rosalie. "You should trade places with Esme." I told her. Esme stood up and moved away from the bed, while Rosalie only stared.

"A-are you sure? I don't think that…" She seemed lost in her thoughts.

"Yes I am sure. You cleaned out my barf bowl, so I know you are not afraid to catch the cancer- which means it is not my illness but ME that is the problem. If you don't like me or don't feel comfortable around me, feel free to leave. But if you want to stay, I insist you sit right here. You're making me feel insecure, because I don't know what is making you so uncomfortable. You didn't act like this when we were in class together, so I don't know why you are now. I am not asking for an explanation, I don't like to snoop through other people's business." I kept my voice soft and polite, trying to encourage her. She stood up and walked around the bed. I nodded my head in approval for her to lie beside me. She moved very slowly, but eventually settled stiffly next to me. Her bare arm was cold against my side, and soothing. Without a second thought I took her hand in mine and placed it on my stomach. The pain was not gone, but was numbed quickly by her cool skin.

"Why did you do that?" She asked.

"Because I almost constantly have a fever, so your skin feels very cold to me. My stomach hurts, and your hand is acting like an ice pack." I watched as Esme sat at the end of the bed, and then turned back to Rosalie. A small smile touched my lips again. "Honestly, I haven't been in this little pain in weeks. Maybe even longer. I may just have to ask the hospital to hire you. You can stay here as long as you like." She smiled.

"I am glad I can help you." She told me. I rested my head on the side of her arm, which was uncomfortable, but felt nice too, in an odd way.

"Do you throw up like that a lot?" Emmett asked.

"Yes. Sometimes are worse than others, though. What you just witnessed was actually not that bad. I was really hoping you would not have to witness it, though." I had no embarrassment left. I guess I had used it all up. "So all of you know about me and my family, does anyone want to volunteer their background story?" I asked. Emmett was the only one who didn't instantly put his guard up.

"Oh! I want to go first! I came from a big family. I grew up in Tennessee; it was great. I wasn't the best kid though. I was involved in a lot of… immoral and even a few illegal activities. But I put that life behind me as soon as Carlisle and Esme adopted me. They are great parents, and I can't imagine not being with my family- this family." He smiled. He did not truly explain why he had to be adopted, but I could infer from what he told me. His parents probably gave him up due to his… wild and recklessness. I had known some kids with similar stories. Alice was the next to speak.

"I woke up alone with no memory! And then I met Jasper! Carlisle and Esme welcomed me into their home and here we are!" She spoke excitedly.

"Where did you wake up at? With no memory I mean." She bit her lip, but still smiled.

"In the woods." Her high pitch voice sounded like bells. She laughed and I was careful to keep a blank expression. That was… unique.

"Both of my parents died. I had the same illness and Carlisle was my doctor." Edward kept his answer short. I looked at Esme, questioningly, and then at Rosalie.

"You do not have to tell me anything. I don't share my story with everyone, so I understand that. No one should live in the past, anyways." I smiled. Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief, but Esme only sat a bit straighter.

"No, I don't mind telling my story. I grew up in Ohio and was married to an abusive man. I discovered I was pregnant and left him. My son died when he was still only a newborn and I was very upset." There was something in her eyes, I could see it. She was editing her story- not that I minded. "Carlisle saved me from myself and my past, and we adopted our children because together we cannot have any. I have always wanted to be a mother, and I am for all intents and purposes." I held out my hand and squeezed hers.

"I want to be a mother, too." I was surprised to hear Rosalie speak. "I have always wanted to be a mother, but I am unable." She provided no more information.

"I guess we want what we can't have. I always wanted a family, but no one wants a sick kid; not even foster families. My birth family certainly did not, and does not, want me. I heard of kids being adopted by family friends, and for a while I expected that to happen for me. Maybe that is why I have clung to the story of Rose and Vera, because I am waiting for Rose, or her children or grandchildren, to come and take me home. Too late now though." I laughed softly. Wow, that came out more depressing than I intended for it too. Oops. Even then, I could picture it. I could never picture Rose in old age, but I could see her being the age she was when she disappeared, and I could see her welcoming me into her home. She would take care of me, and essentially be my mother. It was impossible, and a childish notion, but I wanted it. A nurse came into the room, followed by a worker of the state.

"Hi, my name is Patty. I have brought the necessary paperwork for you to take the girl home tomorrow." The lady said. Nice, she didn't even take the time to glance at the file and read my name. Real nice. Esme exchanged a glance with Edward and he nodded.

"Actually, we have decided to become her foster parents. The adoption process takes too long, so we figured we would just foster her." My jaw dropped and I stared at the two women.

"Oh, well I have paperwork for that right here in my bag." She dug through her bag in a hurry and shoved some papers into Esme's hands. Esme began signing and discussing details with Patty and I continued to stare. Dr. Cullen came in the room and began signing things as well.

"You're okay with this, aren't you?" Rosalie whispered in my ear. I closed my mouth and my eyes. This wasn't happening. It was not possible. I was sick! I was dying! Did these people not know that? Everything was happening so fast, and I was tired. "Hey, it's okay. You can tell them you don't want this; don't just go along with it because it is what we want." She whispered.

"Are you sure they, and you, want this?" I asked. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.

"Of course! I can't imagine it any other way. If Carlisle and Esme didn't take you in, Emmett and I would." That was wonderful… and strange. How old was she?

"How old are you and Emmett?" I asked her. Her response was so quietly whispered in my ear I had to strain to hear it.

"I am eighteen, and Emmett is twenty. We are married, but that is not public knowledge. Alice and Jasper are married as well, and though we don't know for sure how old Alice is, Jasper is nineteen." This was a lot to take in, but easy to accept. It seemed so obvious once she told me. They were pretty old to be juniors in high school, but maybe it had something to do with their previous families as to why they were still in school. I glanced at Rosalie's hand to see a wedding ring; how had I not noticed it before? I guess I had never looked beyond the beauty of any of their faces. Maybe everyone else was the same way, or assumed it was a promise ring. Looking around now, I saw that all of them, excluding Edward, were wearing wedding rings. Huh.

"Your secret is safe with me… but don't think I am going to marry Edward, just because we are the only two unmarried." I whispered back, and then laughed. It was painful, but not as bad as usual since Rosalie's hand was acting as an ice pack, so I indulged myself in the moment. Rosalie laughed too, and out of the corner of my eye it looked like Edward was chuckling as well. She squeezed me around my shoulders.

"No. I don't think that, and I don't think anyone else will." I could hear the smile in her whisper.

"Good." She tried to let go, but I didn't move. "Tomorrow, can we hang out at some point? Just you and I?" I asked her. She nodded and her hair tickled my face. "You hair really is beautiful. I'd kill to have hair like yours." I spoke at a regular volume.

"Your hair used to be dark and curly?" She asked.

"Yes, a lot like Emmett's. My skin used to have a lot more color to it, and I wasn't always so thin. Actually I was a little bit on the chubby side, but not too much. I miss things like hair, sunshine, and running barefoot through the grass. Oh and good food. I miss good food… Oh, whoops! We were talking about hair. But yeah it was black and long and very curly. Having hair is a lot nicer than having to wear this stupid scarf all the time, but my hair was nowhere near as beautiful as yours." I ran my fingers over the top of my scarf and imagined the hair that once was.

"If you do not like the scarf, why do you wear it?" Alice asked. They liked to ask the questions that were hard for me to answer.

"It's ugly. I'm ugly. I don't want people to see me without the scarf, to see my head. I'm bald." I forced myself to say.

"You are not ugly." Alice told me. "You are very pretty." That sounded comical coming from someone so gorgeous.

"You can't lie to me. I have been told otherwise before, and I can look in the mirror. I know what ugly is, and to quote one of my foster siblings, I 'look like the ugly duckling'. I feel that way even more, now. I mean, have you seen yourselves? Your entire family is freakishly attractive." Alice shook her head.

"The ugly duckling turned out to be a beautiful swan, you know. And honestly, you are not ugly. I would tell you if you were. You don't have to wear the scarf if you don't want to." My eyes grew wide as I imagined them seeing me without it, and laughing at my baldness. "Haven't you heard, bald is beautiful? Plus, beauty is on the inside."

"I am aware of the counter arguments; I simply do not support them. Let's move on, okay? I will never have hair again. I don't even have eyebrows." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever." Alice stuck her tongue out at me.

"Dr. Cullen?" He walked to my bedside.

"You can call me Carlisle. What can I do for you?" He asked me.

"How soon do I get to leave this hell-hole, and how long do I get to stay away?" I asked, batting my eyes. I stopped when I realized that wouldn't work without eyelashes. Being hairless was not great.

"One, I am now your legal guardian, so watch your language." My face tuned vermillion.

"I am so sorry. It will never happen again, I promise. I am sorry." I was suddenly afraid he would tear up the papers he had just signed and tell me I couldn't be in their family.

"You are forgiven." He smiled. "Secondly, it all depends on what you want at this point." He said. I had to think for a moment before I realized what he meant.

"Oh. You m-mean end of life care and all that stuff?" I was a little afraid of his answer.

"Yes, my dear, I do. Whatever you want or don't want, we will support you in your decision." I nodded appreciatively.

"Well, I know my options, and if at all possible I want to leave this hospital and never return. Also I want a DNR." His smile never faltered.

"Why would you want a DNR?" Emmett asked. I took a deep breath.

"I am going to die, why should I prolong the process? I don't want some machine keeping me alive; I want to keep me alive. My heart can't handle stopping and restarting again anyways. Whenever it stops beating, and I've known this for a while, they won't be able to restart it. The cancer is everywhere, and I am in pain. The pain will only get worse and worse until I die. Pain medication just knocks me out, and I don't want to sleep through the last weeks of my life. I am starving. I know you can see how thin I am. They are giving me vitamins and stuff through my IV, but it is not enough. My body needs sustenance and I can't eat without throwing up. They tried a feeding tube, but it wasn't any different for me than eating food normally. Lastly, if I didn't have a DNR, you would hold on to hope when the time comes and things really go downhill. This way, no one, including me, is disappointed. If you can't accept I am going to die, then it is a bad idea to get close to me. Because if you get close to me and still have hope- it is only going to hurt more. I am dying, and it is what it is. No one can save me." I could feel the tears coming but pushed them deep inside me. No crying allowed.

"If you could become immortal, would you?" He asked after thinking for a minute.

"No. To be frozen at one age while you guys grow up would suck. Plus I'd have to stick around and watch all of you die, which would not be cool- at all. Also, from what books I have read and the movies I have seen, to be immortal usually means one has to become some sort of killer. I would not want to kill people to keep myself alive. All lives are equal, and no one has the right to kill another human being- I don't care what the situation is. Whether it be a murderer or someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't even like abortion. No one deserves to be killed. I am dying, so I get to say that. That is one of the perks of knowing you are dying, you get to say all the things that are not politically correct." I laughed and so did Emmett. Ah, if I had more time we could have been great friends.

"But, what if you found a way not to kill people, but still be immortal. And all of us were immortal too?" I laughed.

"If I wouldn't have to kill people and all of your family was immortal too, then yes. I would become immortal. But even if immortality was possible, I still think that it would involve killing others. I don't want to be a monster; whether it be a witch, a vampire, a werewolf, or some other kind of evil being. Well now I feel kind of bad. I mean, if those things were to somehow exist I just judged them. Emmett this is your fault! Now I feel guilty for judging something that doesn't exist! You owe me now." I turned away from him.

"What can I do to gain your forgiveness?" He got down on his knees by the bed.

"Chocolate ice-cream with chocolate syrup for lunch tomorrow; that is the only way for me to forgive you." I tried not to smile.

"I thought eating made you sick?" He asked.

"It does, but my doctor makes me eat anyways. I might as well eat something that tastes good going in, though I doubt it will taste as good the second time around." Carlisle cleared his throat.

"You being here isn't doing a lot of good. I can continue administering your medications from home and I think you will be more comfortable there anyways. If you want a DNR I will go get the paperwork and we can sign it. You will have to wear the bracelet all the time though." I smiled.

"That is okay, I don't have a problem with purple." He laughed, but soon became serious again.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I nodded.

"Positive. I was going to ask about getting a DNR soon, anyways. Can you be my doctor and my father at the same time?"

"Normally, no. But, this is such a small town, and the nearest hospital, outside of this one, is over two hours away. You aren't going to be in this hospital much longer and I am taking an extended leave from work to stay home with you." He must have seen the expression on my face because he continued with this statement; "Esme and I have already discussed this, and we both agree this is what would be best. I want to do this. We are pulling the kids out of school and spending time together as a family." These people were amazing.

"Can you even do that? Is that allowed?" I asked.

"All of them, other than Edward, are legal adults. They can do whatever they like. Some things are more important than school." Esme stood beside him as the lady from the state made her exit.

"You are one of those things. We probably won't have much time with you, so it seems, so we want to make the most of it while we can. You are family now, and we value family above everything else on this earth." Esme said, wrapping her arm around Carlisle's waist.

"So when do I get to leave?" I asked, trying not to sound too excited.

"At this point, we can get the paperwork and you can leave whenever you want. My recommendation as your doctor would be for you to wait until morning, but as a father, I say you should go home tonight."

"Take me home. Please?" Alice jumped up.

"I need to go and set up your room! Bye!" She kissed my cheek and danced out of the room. She sure was weird, but nice.

"I rode with her, and there are only five seats in Carlisle's car, so I must be going as well. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I look forward to your arrival to our home." He shook my hand and left. I felt like I should have curtsied or something. He was so formal. I took a deep breath and turned to Rosalie.

"What is Jasper like?" I asked her.

"He is a great brother. He tends to be a bit introverted until you get to know him. He probably won't initiate much contact with you, but don't take it personally. He… struggles with our life the most." I nodded.

"I am sure, for some, being adopted is not easy."

"He loves Carlisle and Esme. He loves all of us. He is just… he had a difficult past and that has lead to his present being difficult as well." I decided it was better not to question it.

"But he won't hate me or anything, right?"

"No one could hate you." Esme told me.

"My mother hated me enough to give me to the state." I told her with no emotion in my voice. "She had and has money, so that wasn't the problem. She had the ability to love, because she loved her work. She had a good family, so that's not the problem either. I was the problem."

"I don't know what was wrong with that woman, for her to give you away, but I am glad that you are joining our family now." She looked at me for a second like I was a sad little girl with terminal cancer. I didn't like that look on her face. I guess in her eyes, maybe, I was her second dying child- if she truly thought of me that way. Probably not though. Ugh. Dying sucked. Carlisle, who had left, returned with more paperwork in hand.

"You need to sign this- it is the paperwork for your DNR."

"Do I sign it Iona Cullen or Iona Jones?" I asked. It seemed like a legitimate question, but everyone just looked at me like I was crazy. I signed Iona Jones in all the necessary places and handed him the paperwork again, trying to act like I wasn't embarrassed. He accepted the papers and he and Esme signed a few things before he disappeared again. "Stop looking at me like that!" I told Emmett, Rosalie, and Esme. "I don't know how these things work!" They were still looking at me oddly. I groaned and slapped my hands over my face. I hated awkward silences and stares. Finally Esme broke the silence.

"Would you like to change your name?" I was beginning to feel like I was intruding into this family.

"Are you asking because you feel obligated to or are you asking because you want to know?" I asked, with my hands still covering my face.

"I want to know. I didn't think about it before, but if you want to change your name we can have it done." I looked at Rosalie and Emmett.

"What are your last names?"

"Mine is Cullen, but Rosie kept her last name; Hale. Everyone else changed their name to Cullen, well actually we just tacked it on at the end. We have two last names I guess, but one can really only be last. Does that make any sense?" I laughed.

"Yes it does. And if it is okay with you, I would like very much to change my name. Can I change my first name too? You can pick it out Esme, just anything other than Iona." She squeezed my hand.

"I thought you wanted to change it to Vera Rose?" She asked.

"You already have a Rose, and a whole new name would be nice. I am tired of being Iona Jones." I leaned more on Rosalie. I was exhausted, I hadn't had this much excitement in a long time. "Maybe the family could vote on my new name. Maybe I should change my last name to Hale, so Rosalie won't stand out as much." Rosalie patted my arm.

"Whatever you would like, we will be fine with." Esme's voice was far too soothing.

"I kept my last name because I want to keep that piece of my past with me. You should take on the name Cullen." Rosalie told me.

"You can't live in the past, you know. If we could, I would be cancer-free again and still have hair. If you love the family you have, you should let them know and appreciate them while they are around. They won't live forever." I looked at Emmett. "Even immortals don't really live forever. Everyone has a weakness, a breaking point, a way to be destroyed." I hoped Rosalie wasn't pushing her family away, because family was such a special thing- something many did not have. Carlisle entered the room pushing a wheelchair. "Is it really that easy, that quick, for me to be able to leave?" I asked him.

"Normally, you'd probably have to wait a few hours. Since I work here I am able to pull some strings." I started getting up quickly, too quick. I had to lie back down and wait for the pain to fade and the room to stop spinning. Once I had my bearings and was able to think clearly again I looked for Esme.

"Could you please give me my T-shirt and sweat pants from over there?" I pointed to the small cabinet in the room. "And my shoes from the window sill?" She brought them to me and I looked at Carlisle for a long minute.

"Are you playing doctor or Dad right now?" I asked.

"Dad?" He said questioningly.

"Then, like, oh my gosh Dad, like, get out. I am totally changing clothes." I turned to Emmett. "You too!" Emmett literally ran out of the room covering his eyes. Carlisle followed him and shut the door. I pulled the stupid gown off me and put on my shirt. That part wasn't too difficult, but the pants were another story. Being unable to bend or reach without intense pain was annoying. "Can somebody help me?" I was barely able to ask before both Esme and Rosalie were helping me to get dressed and tying my shoes. Both the shirt and sweat pants were too big, and I was remembering my earlier request for a bra. But beggars could not be choosers… or something like that. Esme must have read my mind; maybe Moms could do that, because she took Rose's coat from her and helped me into it. With help I zipped up the front- better. I managed to climb into the wheelchair with minimal help and was soon rolling out the door along with my tubes and wires. Carlisle put the purple bracelet with big white letters, 'DNR', on my wrist, and I was leaving this horrible place. I didn't even want to say goodbye to anyone…

"WAIT!" I shouted and the wheelchair came to an immediate halt. "Carlisle, I have to say bye to Kathryn, my nurse." He nodded and stepped away. "She is the only nice one." I explained to Rosalie, Emmett, and Esme. I heard footsteps running down the hallway and turned to face Kathryn.

"So you do have a family. Make sure they take care of you, or else call me and I'll come and kick their butts." Kathryn told me as she hugged me.

"I don't think you have to worry about me not being taken care of." I smiled.

"This is happening so fast! I was just in your room earlier and you were just going to visit them!" She spoke as if they weren't all listening.

"I know! These people are crazy. Like I always said, who would want a dying kid?" I chuckled and winced. "They want me to be in their family and want to buy me clothes and all sorts of stuff. You should come and visit me before I keel over." Thank goodness Kathryn shared my morbid sense of humor, though she rarely showed it in front of other dying children.

"I will, I promise! How long does the doc say you've got?" She asked.

"Three weeks, give or take. You better come within two weeks just to be on the safe side. Oh! You are invited to my funeral, too."

"Can you invite people to your own funeral?"

"Who else has the right to invite people to my funeral, if not me?" We both laughed again. Ouch, I had to stop that.

"I have to get back to work, but I will visit soon." I waved as she ran back down the hall. She was a nice one.

"That concludes all of my goodbyes. Though I would like to tell the red-head to kiss my… butt." I edited at the last moment making everyone laugh. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize my new family. After a ride in an elevator we were outside. I inhaled the fresh air deeply, and felt the rain on my face. I refused to have an umbrella held over me. "I missed the rain too much. I have been trapped in that hospital for over a year. I want to feel the weather." They let me be, even though Carlisle continued to mumble about things like pneumonia. We stopped at a shiny black car. The door was opened for me, and before I could attempt to stand, Emmett lifted me out of the chair and placed me in the backseat of the car. Before I knew it we were all in the car, and traveling to their house, my new home. I was going home. I was actually sitting in a car with my family, and they were taking me home. I couldn't help but to take a moment to thank God, because obviously miracles do happen, and He must exist.